Getting to Know You and Can You Feel the Love?

Tiny personalities are emerging.

Of course it's a little early to make sweeping generalizations but so far?

Harry:
Is definitely the more challenging baby (sorry buddy). He loves eating (he easily nurses three times as much as Lucy does), is a snuggle bug (adores laying on a warm chest or a good good shoulder or being carried around in the crook of your arm). Has a serious, almost "old soul" look about him. So far my favorite description has likened him to a Borscht belt comedian, circa 1950 (thank you for that, Renee). He's also a fan of creating lots and lots of laundry for his Mommy, though the spit-up situation has gotten much better. But when he's hungry? He has no shame and it's as if he's never eaten. He will gladly try to nurse your shoulder or your neck. Or Lucy's head.

Lucy:
If Lucy had an anthem it would be Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds." She is the original Chill Baby. If Lucy was your first baby? You'd say, what's the fuss? This baby thing is No Big Deal and you'd have a dozen more. She eats, she looks around the room, she makes adorable little faces with her big E.T. eyes, she forms a little "O" with her delicate little mouth, and then you put her in her bouncy chair and she falls back asleep. For hours. In her sleep she slowly and gracefully kicks one of her dainty little legs in the air as if in her dreams, she's riding a miniature, newborn bike.

Leo and Ellie continue to be model older siblings. The biggest issue so far is that they seem to LOVE THE BABIES TOO MUCH.

I know. I really need to be quiet, right?

Ellie:
Accepted that I can't spend three hours putting her to bed every night. She's embraced the new routine. She bolts to get me a diaper when she sees me rounding the corner to the changing table--"Mommy, do you need me to get a diaper?"
She loves to cover the babies with blankets and help rock the bouncy chairs (which she learned to do via Grandma Jerry--you do it with two fingers). Last night, when Erin went to lie down with Leo and Ellie waited patiently in her room for her turn at books with Mama, Ellie heard crying coming from our bedroom where I was alone with the babies, trying to organize a tandem nursing session. She opened the door and quietly asked, "Mommy are you doing OK with the babies? Are you having fun?"

Leo:
Has embraced the crying. He no longer leaves the room when the screeching duo chorus begins. He just looks at the babies with concern and reminds me "Babies crying! Babies eat, Mommy!" (By the way, did you know that Babies "eat boobs?") (Leo said it, not me.) He's also a big fan of kissing and hugging and loving on the babies, sometimes a little too much (again, I know, I need to be quiet since so far neither big kid has voiced one single frustration about the babies). The worst thing you can say about Leo and the babies? He feels compelled to kiss their hands and face, precisely where I ask him not to kiss.

Such problems.